‘Bionic Woman:’ It’s not you, it’s me

I hate to do this in a blog for tens of tens of people to see. I know it’s not really manly of me. In my defense, I’ve been calling you and leaving messages. Either you’ve been busy with work, or you already know what I’m gonna say.

So here it is, Jaime: I think I should be blogging about other TV shows.

(Argh! This never gets any easier.)

We’ve been through, what, one, two episodes? I just can’t continue to pretend to like your show. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I think you’re hottest chick on TV (for however long the show lasts). And you’re powerful. You can crush things. Today, it’s me that’s doing the crushing. Of your heart, that is.

You fight crime and that’s cool. I just think we’re in two different places. There’s something missing. I feel like you’re a cheap rip off of “Alias” (sorry). And I’m looking for originality, fresh ideas. I thought I wanted a remake of a ’70s TV show, but I was confused. “Battlestar Galactica” had just left me and I needed a rebound show.

The truth is, I met someone. His name is “Chuck.” (It’s not what you think.) I was thinking about blogging “Chuck.” Or, I also might be “Pushing Daisies.” I haven’t decided, yet.

I wanted to make you a mixed CD, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Too painful. So here ya go: